Those green medallions are gone now, They were golden underneath the whole time. They wereMade of light. Green hides the yellow; the greenness of the worldHides the light. In and around every rock and tree and squirrelIs a melody of singing—This one “tree,” this one “rock,” this one “squirrel.” Song.

Green hides the yellow, and the yellow hides nothing. It is what it is. The fire of life is green’s loverHidden then revealed. Yellow reaches out, aches;You ache back and reach in… lovers. That ol’ devil-song of sulphur tempts you in; that ol’Doctrine of the Father tempts you out. Sing!